He’d woken me up and gotten me to come out of the camp cabin by throwing a rock at the window. I almost fell out of bed, it scared me so much. I was always on edge. We’d climbed up the grassy hill to the tallest point; you could see the entire sky from there. And the rest of the camp couldn’t see you.

“There’s an old Greek myth, you know. Plato came up with it,” he said. “Every human had two arms, two heads and two legs. They were both man and woman. Fearing their power, Zeus split these humans apart, condemning them to always search for their other half.”

“Like a soulmate?” I asked. He nodded.

“Exactly like a soulmate. I guess we’re just stuck searching for our other halves for the rest of our lives, then,” he replied. I just stared up at the sky. If you stayed still, you could watch the entire sky move.

“I don’t know,” I replied, still watching the stars. “I don’t think soulmates are that hard to find. Maybe we just need to stop looking.”